𝖜𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉

So the other day, I saw an old fling come into my place of work. He's handsome with long honey blonde hair with grey streaks, beady brown eyes and a slight beard. He's older than me by 13 years. I was shocked to see him, considering what happened the last time (which was nothing bad, except neither one of us made the first move after seeing each other a few years later; then I found out he was a conniving whore who uses women for sex).

So I also accidentally dialed him after he left because I really was trying to reach a coworker, whose name also starts with a 'G', and I totally forgot I still had his number for whatever reason. We began to talk a little, and because I was still sour with him, we delved into this part of the conversation. I was actually having thoughts of him getting his comeuppance, so that's why I told him I was smirking. Not that I'm a petty bitch or anything...

But, I decided to play into it. When we stared at each other the last time, I'm not gonna lie— I was looking at his neck because I was feeling bloodthirsty. I wanted to mangle him for whatever reason, and even though he smiled when he said I was vampiric, I found it amusing he would say anything like that. And he thought I was joking when I said that his throat did look delectable. Is it wrong that sometimes I have hungry thoughts, so to speak? I'm already an autovampirist, but sometimes I have bizarre thoughts, though obviously I'm not stupid enough to go through with them. I've had these thoughts since I was little. Maybe I was an undiagnosed case of child psychopathy?